So you’re down on one knee, staring up at your lady.  The Sun is setting just behind her head and she’s radiating like an angel.  She knows what’s coming next and you know she’ll say yes, but you’re more nervous than that time when you 16 and held for questioning by the cops for some “missing” street signs from around your neighborhood.  Shaking, you pop the question.  A celebration ensues with phone calls, text messages, and Facebook postings littering your life with congratulations.  The dust

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